“sometimes i think i’m cured
but then i see you again
and it’s like touching the hollow wound with my bare fingers
and i’d gasp in pain
but you don’t listen to my prayers anyway”

“Just because I no longer speak about you doesn’t mean that I have successfully forgotten you. I still love you, I just can’t say it out loud anymore.”

“I want to tell you I miss
you with no subtext. No guilt,
no anger, no expectation
that you’ll fix it.
This is where we are meant to be
right now – me apart from you,
my hands a little empty and
my heart a little sad.
I just miss you.
I wanted you to know.”

“You’ve no idea how lonely I sometimes am.”

“I am not good with fragile things, but I swear I will love all that you unearth for me—your stinted roots, all the tender you’ve long buried.”

“She’s proud of being a villain, to break hearts, to split souls and to leave wounds wherever her mad eyes settle on.”

“

I’m not sure what love is, but I think it’s hearing her say, “You’re an asshole,” while her smile betrays the words that just came out of her mouth. It’s getting a FaceTime call at eight in the morning so she can show you her outfit, because she thinks she looks really cute that day. I think love is blurting out exactly how you feel about her when she asks you why you’re looking at her “like that.” It’s unplanned and sloppy, the exact opposite of how you wanted it to happen; but the smile on her face tells you that it was perfect in its own way. Love is being afraid to let her know about certain parts of yourself, but telling her anyways. It’s making breakfast with her in the morning, dancing with her despite your two left feet, and passionately singing the wrong lyrics just to hear her laugh.

I’m not sure what love is, but it just might be magic.

”

“Somehow you make it through the pain, you stitch yourself together, you survive.”